A Mother and A Daughter (Glee: Quinn Fabray and Beth)

Chapter 14: ...and goodbye

Yo yo yo what up duuudes? Y'all seemed pretty excited about everything from last chapter. I looked back and realize it was kind of short... But uh, hey, my goal is for this one to be at least 600 words. Anyway, I'm so so glad you guys like this book. I have so much fun writing it, and earlier this week I was getting coffee and I starting squealing in public because I saw I got 11k. Seriously, you guys are awesome. So idrk what's in store for this book, but its definitely not the last chapter. I hate to say it though, amaad might be coming to a close. :(( maybe I'll find something else to write about, or even create a couple chapters that are just ian epilouge. And while I'm here I have to mention my new story, Pretening, is up and I'm very proud and excited about it, so please, go check it out!! This authors note is getting kind of long, so, I guess I'll see you guys later! --may

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Beth's POV.

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The hospital door felt like a mountain I had to push, but I slammed through it like it was air. Tears dashed down my cheeks, I head toward the receptionist.

"I'm here to see Shelby Corcoran, I'm her daughter," I choke.

She glances behind me and I know she's looking at Puck and Quinn, who followed me into the hospital.

The receptionist looks at me worridly and then clicks a few buttons on her computer screen.

"Room 8, take a left down that hallway." I followed her pointing finger.

I nodded, but didn't even bother to force a smile. I saw her give me a sympethic look before I jogged with all my leftover energy to my mothers room.

As I arrive, a doctor exits the room. He didn't look me in the eye. I ignore him and continue through the entrance.

I almost vomit when I see the broken body of my mother. I force myself to approach the bedside, and my attention draws to the little monitor on her side. A faint, yet steady beat shows my mom is alive, but barely.

I turn to see my parents and a doctor at the door, who are clearly trying to give me my space. And as much as I want to be a alone with my mother, I need loved ones surrounding me. I can't go through this alone.

I grasp my mothers hand and turn to give the visitors a nod of approval. They hestitantly step closer, but I'm the one to break the silence. I don't dare look at anyone but my mom.

"How is she?" I murmer.

I could sense the doctor exchanging a look with my parents. He clears his throat. "I don't know what to tell you. She's comatose, and... Chances of survival are slim. She could leave us any day now."

My last dash of hope crumbles. It feels as if my heart sank to my stomach and my head was in overdrive. Everyone was still with silence.

I hear Quinn fighting to hold back tears behind me.

"Beth," she stutters. She rushed to the floor next to me and wraps her arms around my waist, resting her head between my shoulder blades.

Now didn't feel like a time to be thinking about anything. In this moment, Quinn was my mother. My second mother. She wasn't my idol, she was the one who gave me life. I look up to her in a different way now. I see her as nothing more than a mother. The term "idol" seems like such a silly word to use.

Nobody held it back anymore. As soon as Puck joined us beside the bed, we couldn't refrain from crying. All three of us lay huddled on the floor, sobbing.

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I sit in a chair on the other side of the room. I glance at the clock. 6:13 pm. Had that much time already gone by? I looked at my mother, who was having the life slowly sucked out of her. I was alone in the room, except for Mom. I finally got some alone time with her.

I slowly walked up to her again, the clonking of my wedges echoing in the silent room.

"Mom?" I spoke. The tears began to flow again. "Its okay to let go. I don't want you to suffer."

I knew I wouldn't get a response, but when I didn't get one, it made everything more real.

"I love you," I whisper.

I climb to lay next to her, and rest by her side for at least 5 minutes. I was close to drifting to sleep, but a sharp, elongated beep alarmed me. At first I didn't realize what is was, or at least, I pretended not to know what it was.

I glanced to the monitor and my body went numb. That's what I was afraid of. The steady ups and downs turned into a solid line. She was gone.

Eyes watering, I placed one last kiss on my moms forehead.

"Goodbye," I say in a hushed tone.

A final hug seals it. My mother was gone. Dead.

I head toward the door, not wanted to look at the soulless carcass that was the woman who raised me.

"Goodbye."